Half fairy

Chapter 15 The Wind Blows
At this time, someone brought a thick stack of white paper and began to distribute a few to each table.

Some people also scooped water into the pen washers on the desks of each desk for everyone to run the pen and grind ink.

After the things were distributed, everyone waited quietly for a while before the smiling Lu Jikai appeared with Di Zang and Yu Qi. From this look, the puzzle seemed to have been solved.

Everyone stood up and bowed their hands in salute, "Lord Zhou Mu."

"Don't be too polite, just sit down." Lu Jiwei was in a good mood. He kept pressing his hands to signal, and then stretched out his hands to invite the two masters around him to sit down. Nodding, indicating that it is time to start.

The commander-in-waiting bowed to take orders, and waved to the door. Immediately, someone came in with a large bag. After opening the mouth, he dumped the contents of the bag on a table. It was hundreds of specially-made small bags.

Yu Qing hung his neck and stared, his Adam's apple twitched repeatedly, and there was a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Other candidates may not understand it, but he can understand at a glance that the small cloth bag contains Lingmi, the standard size of [-].

Sure enough, after the person who put down the things left, the chief officer on the waiting list said loudly to everyone: "Here is the lucky head that Master Di Zang added, a hundred kilograms of Lingmi, which the Master ordered to urgently transfer just now, and it was this year. The newly produced Lingmi has been picked from the spiritual crops in less than a month, which shows Master Di Zang's love for everyone."

Zhan Muchun immediately got up and saluted, "Master Xie Dizang."

The other candidates also had to get up and salute together, "Master Xie Dizang."

Yu Qing is no exception, but he scolded a few more words in his heart. It's just a lot of things. If you have something to do, you can bend your back and you can't straighten it. It's like you can get a reward.

Master Di Zang was already smiling, and both hands signaled that everyone needn't be more polite.

After everyone sat down, the officer-in-waiting continued: "One hundred catties of Lingmi is divided into one hundred bags, and the weight of each bag is the same. For six people, No.1 will be awarded 2 bags, No.3 and No.[-] will be awarded [-] bags each, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth places will each be awarded ten bags. Of course, there will be a special prize for the first place.”

He turned his hand and revealed a small metal bottle carved with water ripples, slightly larger than a goose egg, "This is a lottery head added by Master Yuqi, a black-grade demon dew, and the market value is similar to this hundred bags of spiritual rice. Considering that this point of Yaolu is not suitable for distribution, Master Zhou and the two masters discussed and decided to use this bottle of Yaolu as the first prize. In other words, No.1 will not only get [-] bags of Lingmi, You can also get this Xuan-level Yaolu, such a reward is a great story for our states. What needs to be specially declared is that this bottle of Xuan-level Yaolu was personally refined by Master Yuqi!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a commotion among the candidates. They didn't expect the rewards to be distributed in this way, and the tilt was a bit sharp. For No.1, it was really a big reward, and it was indeed a good story to spread.

Yu Qing's radiant eyes were fixed on the small metal hand bottle, his lips couldn't help licking and licking, and there was an uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

If you can really get the first place, it is really not a small sum of money, but can you really get the first place?Xu Fei couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yu Qing. When he saw Yu Qing's reaction, he was stunned for a moment. I wonder if it was his own illusion. How could he feel that this fellow was a little excited?
If he wants to take the first place, he will take the first place. To be honest, he is a little bit unconvinced, but this brother Shiheng has said it to such a degree that there seems to be no shortage of possibilities. talk?
"Master Xie Yuqi." Xie Yuanlang Zhan Muchun stood up again and took the lead in salute.

So a group of people had to get up and thank each other, "Master Xie Yuqi."

Yu Qi had a slight smile on his face, and also pressed his hand to signal to sit down.

When the candidates sat down, the official on call waved to the door again. Three people came in, spread out the three written characters, and hung them on the beam. Location.

The three characters are just good anagrams, with different styles and different handwriting. Obviously, they were written by the three of Lu Jiwei, but no one could tell which one was written which. The candidates almost never had contact with the three of them. calligraphy.

There are ten crossword puzzles on each picture, and there are a total of thirty questions in the three pictures.

The chief officer waiting for the order lit a stick of incense, inserted it into the temporarily placed incense burner, and announced loudly: "Comparing to the puzzle, one question and one answer must not be confused, otherwise the answer will be judged invalid. One stick within a time limit. Incense, if the papers are handed in at the same time, the one with the most correct answers will win. If the number of correct answers is the same, the one who handed in the papers first will win. If one stick of incense is exhausted, those who have not handed in the papers will be regarded as abstaining and will not be included in the scope of review. I understand, I don't need to explain too much."

After speaking, he waved his hand and tried everything, and shouted: "Start!"

A group of candidates immediately got busy, dripping water and researching ink on the inkstone platform, and at the same time examining the hanging puzzles.

Even Liu Kui, who was sitting in front of the township exam, no longer paid attention to the expression of Lord Zhou Mu, but focused on solving the puzzle.

Relatively speaking, the six of them are more pressured and tired of being famous. If this quick wit competition is too inferior, it will be very embarrassing.

Lu, Di, and Yu whispered on the stage, chatting and laughing.

Xu Fei, who was studying ink, looked at Yu Qing from time to time. The two made an appointment for a secret code. He wanted to see how the 'Brother Shiheng', who was known to be good at anagrams, cracked them one by one. An absent-minded look around, and other people's reaction is completely different.

Xu Fei's heart suddenly felt a little lost.

Yu Qing was also studying ink, and when he saw the smoke in the incense burner rising, his swaying posture made his heartstrings tense, and he couldn't help but glance east and west, occasionally looking out the window where the breeze came in.

When he found out that some candidates had already picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, and had already started drafting, he suddenly became impatient.

Seeing the spiritual rice piled up on the table in the lobby, and the bottle of Dot Dew on it, he finally turned his heart away and made a risky move.

Putting down the ink stick in his hand, taking advantage of the breeze blowing in from the window, he suddenly pulled a piece of white paper with his two fingers and threw it out.

The white paper swung up and down, Yu Qing looked like he was getting up in a hurry, his hands were fluttering and grasping, and the fingertips that touched the paper skillfully smashed the paper into the air. Outsiders looked like the wind had blown the paper away. .

Xu Fei, who observed Yu Qing from time to time, was stunned. He sat at a table next to Yu Qing. Although he also felt the breeze blowing outside, was there such a strong wind?
He couldn't help but wonder, the so-called "Brother Shiheng" who said he was sure to take the first place, didn't want to play this trick to peek at other people's answers, right?

After thinking about it again, I rejected the idea. It was just the beginning, and the people nearby were still thinking about the riddle, so they shouldn't be able to copy any answers.

I feel that I use the heart of a villain to control the belly of a gentleman, and I think too much. It should not be plagiarized by such an inferior method.

Among the group of students who were sitting, someone suddenly got up and made such a big movement with fluttering and scratching. Lu, Di, and Yu who were sitting up were not blind, but naturally they saw it.

Yu Qing got up and grabbed two steps before grabbing the paper that flew out. Then he nodded awkwardly and bowed his head in apology and sat back.

The candidates at the table in front were almost hit by him, and the candidates who noticed nearby, even if they brought paperweights, subconsciously stretched out their hands to hold down the paper on the table. They were all affected by Yu Qing’s actions, and they were subconsciously afraid that the wind would blow them away. Paper, though just a breeze.

Sitting back in his seat, Yu Qing secretly tightened his heart, not knowing if his temporary move would be effective.

Without letting him wait any longer, Lu Jiwei, who was sitting on the seat, frowned slightly, gave a direct response, gave a silent motion, raised his finger and pointed to the surrounding doors and windows.

Immediately someone understood, silently leading the order, a few people were dispatched to walk quickly against the wall, and the surrounding doors and windows were closed, and the light in the lobby suddenly dimmed a lot. Fortunately, the lighting in the lobby design is not bad, the problem of normal vision Not much.

The candidates sitting in the front didn't see Yu Qing's movements in the back. They were too concentrated and didn't know what was going on. They felt that the light was dim, and they realized that the doors and windows were closed, but they didn't think much about it.

done!Yu Qing, who continued to study ink, breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw that the smoke in the lobby was no longer easily swaying, he felt that the matter had been completed in half, and he was a little excited.It was the first time for him to sneak rape and slip in front of someone of Lu Jiwei's level, and he succeeded. It felt very exciting.

At this moment, he completely forgot the heavy trust given by Ash Heng, and took this risk for [-] taels of silver. Once Lu Jiwei or Lu Jiwei's subordinates noticed something wrong, the trouble would be big.

The smoke of the burning incense gradually dispersed in the lobby. Yu Qing was thinking about it with a pen in his hand, and his eyes were almost constantly glancing, checking the movements of the students.

Suddenly seeing someone writing, a pair of sharp eyes immediately stared at the subtle changes in the smoke around the person.

When the man stopped writing and looked up at the puzzle, the signs of fluctuating smoke during writing had already been speculated into a line of words in Yu Qing's mind.

The mystery is "Spring and Autumn is cool", and the answer is the word "Qin".

Yu Qing's hand also fell, and he only quickly wrote down the word "Chunqin", as long as he marked which of the thirty questions and the corresponding answer.

When he found that someone was writing something with his head down, Yu Qing quickly locked his eyes and got the content.

There were more than 300 people, and the writing movement began to come and go. Yu Qing promised that so many people were a bit busy, not to mention that the observation movements should not be too obvious, and he had to act, which was a bit tiring. To save trouble, he immediately skipped the repetitive content , and then stare at others.

To put it bluntly, this time, he wanted to gather all the candidates' urgent wisdom to take the first place in this crossword puzzle.

He didn't believe that there was anyone here who had the quickness to guess charades that surpassed everyone here. If there was such a genius, he would admit to losing.

The reason for closing the doors and windows is also because there are too many people facing him at the same time. If he cannot eliminate too much interference when observing the subtle changes in the smoke, his cultivation level is not high, and the mental exhaustion of Guanzijue will make him overwhelmed.

This is not to do anything else, but to speculate on the handwriting and strokes. The more detailed the speculation, the greater the brain power consumption.

If he is only observing a few people or things, he can easily cope with it, and there is no need to take the risk of closing the doors and windows to block the disturbance of the breeze.

(End of this chapter)